River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 6 Millennium Banyan Tree
The first ray of sunshine in the morning breaks through the clouds and shines in all directions.

Jiang Ling finally woke up from his deep sleep. He had been having the same dream all night.

In the dream, there was a giant Ao coming out of the water, carrying a golden book on its back. It came from afar, but it was always so far away that it couldn't get close.

It's just this kind of picture, repeated over and over again, no less than a hundred times.

After waking up, probably because of the chaotic dreams, although I slept all night, I didn't feel much lighter in my body.

He opened his eyes and looked at the fire in front of him. The fire had long been extinguished, and only the lingering smoke remained.

On the other side of the fire, Nie Qian had already disappeared.

'It was already dawn, and as a lonely ghost, she couldn't stay here any longer. '

Standing up, stretching the sore limbs, taking a long breath, seeing that my hands and feet are healthy, and other places are also fine, I can't help but feel lucky that I was lucky last night.

Before falling asleep last night, he had a lot of worries in his heart.

It stands to reason that grandma should not give up easily, but this result was a bit unexpected.

The picture scroll on the ground is still there, looking at the picture, suddenly the outline drawn by the charcoal pencil has faded a lot.

Especially the first one, the appearance is slightly blurred.

He still gathered the scroll and carried it with him.

The second painting, I fell asleep after painting last night, I don't know if it was successful or not.

He brought a few more sheets of rice paper in case of emergencies.

After leaving the door of the meditation room, I heard the sound of reading from the courtyard.

It was the scholar surnamed Ning, who was reading "Mencius", with a loud and cadenced voice.

Jiang Ling only glanced over there, then headed towards the mountain behind the temple.

What he promised last night, since the whole night was fine, it is already daytime, and the promise should be fulfilled.

The back mountain is full of chaotic vines and tangled branches. After walking more than ten steps through the temple, I feel that it is difficult to move forward, and it is difficult to make an inch.

Occasionally, I found traces of wild boars walking through the forest, and I went along with it, and then I got through the dense bushes.

After climbing out of the grass nest, I saw a huge lawn behind me.

There are dozens of random graves on the lawn, overgrown with weeds and wild trees.Judging by the situation, no one has worshiped for a long time.

At the end of the lawn, there is a banyan tree so huge that almost ten people can hug it.

The crown of the tree is like a cloud, covering a radius of tens of meters.

Countless roots spread under the tree, implicating a wide range.

For some reason, when Jiang Ling saw this banyan tree, he felt quite uncomfortable.

'Is this banyan tree the real body of that grandma? '

Suspicious, he walked under the tree.

Only a few meters away, he saw corpses strewn all over the grass and rocks.

When they got around the roots of the tree, there were more bones, densely packed, almost stacked.

'I didn't make it clear to her last night. With so many bones, how do you know which one is hers? '

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly found a corpse almost wrapped in the roots in a place where the roots were dense.

And on the sternum of the corpse, there happened to be an unburned dead wood stuck in it.

Jiang Ling went to pull out that piece of dead wood, and saw that the end of the charcoal was sharp, wasn't it the branch he painted last night?
'Thanks to her carefulness, she reminded me in this way. '

With this charcoal pencil to guide the way, the bones should not be wrong.

Tearing apart the densely packed tree roots, it took almost a lot of effort to take out the bones one by one from the hollow.

Judging from the bones, this is indeed the skeleton of a woman, who is not very old.

He spread out the coarse cloth that wrapped the scroll last night, picked up the bones, and carried them on his back.

'As long as the bones are taken away, she will also leave, and she will be out of the control of this grandma ever since. '

The promise was fulfilled, and just as he was about to leave, a thought suddenly occurred to Jiang Ling—"This old banyan tree monster has done a lot of harm to people, and he even sent Nie Qian and the Raksha ghost to kill me last night. leave? '

Thinking of this, he hastily selected a pile of dead grass and dry wood, gathered them together, and lit them with a scythe.

The fire scythe in his hand was also brought by Nie Qian last night, left by a former passer-by.

The spark ignites the dry grass, and its fire kindles itself.

Holding the torch, he stuffed it into the dense tree roots.

'Watch me burn you to pieces. '

When the fire broke out, he brought a large amount of dead grass and dry branches into it, and in an instant, the fire grew stronger, and the banyan tree was also ignited by the fire.

Backing away more than ten steps, admiring the flames everywhere, just thinking how long it would take to burn the tree to death, one moment the sky was sunny and sunny, the next moment it was covered with dark clouds, and the drizzle fell as soon as it was said .

When the raindrops fell on the face, before I could feel it, the rain suddenly became heavier, with the meaning of pouring.

It crashed and fell, and the flame that had just started was extinguished in an instant.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Jiang Ling knew it must be the old monster.

'It's really very capable, the daytime can actually influence the surrounding weather. '

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and fog began to form in the jungle.

Seeing the white mist curling up all around, and the beginning of confusion, Jiang Ling knew that he had no choice but to follow the original track and go back home.

However, when he came, the path was only a few hundred steps; this time, he walked through the grass hole for more than five hundred steps, and he did not see the end.

Climbing out of the grass again, he saw that he hadn't moved at all.

It's still the lawn, or the banyan tree.

It's just that the banyan tree is almost completely hidden in the mist at this moment, and the dark branches are looming, like a strange big face, mocking in the haze.

'Ghost hitting the wall? '

There is no way around, and if he wants to leave, he can only follow the traces of wild boars.

But right now, this road has become a dead end.

It was probably his act of setting fire, which angered the banyan tree demon, so he didn't want to let him go.

But at this moment, the painting on his body suddenly trembled again.

Its painting floats out and blooms by itself,

Suddenly, in the painting, an orange light and shadow galloped away like a horse, as fast as lightning.

There was only a bang, and the horse hit the banyan tree, cutting off thousands of roots;
In the dense fog, there were bursts of screams, as if coming from the underworld, sad and strange, endless.

The orange light returns with a single blow,

In the picture scroll, the painting hangs in the air, opposite to the banyan tree.

The long sword on the painting is shining brightly, as if it is about to launch a second blow at any time.

But after this blow, the thick fog around him began to gradually dissipate.

The torrential rain in the sky also began to subside. It came in a hurry and went away quickly.

When the fog clears,

Jiang Ling saw that the huge banyan tree had indeed been chopped off a lot of roots, and there were traces of red liquid dripping from the broken roots.

Scarlet like blood!
Looking back, it's strange to say that the backside was full of chaotic trees before, without even a gap;
But at this moment, a broad avenue miraculously appeared in front of my eyes,

The road, paved with bluestone, is wide and flat, leading directly to the front yard of the temple.

Jiang Ling's face was sinking like water, but his heart was startled with monstrous waves.

Putting away the scroll, he saw that the long sword on the scroll had faded a lot.

From this, I learned that if it is a manifestation of the spirit, it will be weakened.

'It turned out that the painting of the sword was successful last night. Judging from its previous fading, it should have helped me once in the middle of the night last night. I am afraid that if it is done again, the sword on the painting will disappear automatically. '

Looking at the banyan tree again, it is as calm as usual, no more weird than before.

Thinking about it, it was scared and frightened by the flying sword, so it took the initiative to break through the fog, and even gave way to a bluestone road.

(End of this chapter)